Originally Posted by FaSho

BUMP

2/20/09
I'm not goin to put the quote, because my writing really had nothing to do with it.

He was like worn leather, tattered and bruised. His skin hung from his bones like clothes out todry. he wore a threadbare top that didn't bother to hide his visible ribs. He wqas born of fake promises and well written lies, and could not find home in the state of desolation his knowledge of the world had put him in. His tears were a sign of his dashed goals, never to beaccomplished, bu this was not the end. He wiped away his tears, and began to smile as the sun's eyes blazed through him, warming his chapped lips and filling his empty stomach with hope. He stood up and trudged along, full o a newfound pride. He was no longer just a starving child, he had seen the sun, he had seen the eyes of something greater then him, and was no longer lost.

I really like using the sun as a metaphor for hope, it's a reccuring theme in my writing.

Originally Posted by Sansa Stark

I'm down with Jesus, in that case.